Happy 40th Birthday to my terrific Son, Kyle!
Well, here we are at that horrible juncture of the year when all good daylight lovers become depressed. Please, try to make me understand WHY it’s a good idea to have evening come crashing down upon us at 3:00PM!?!
Originally – or so I have been told – the Daylight Savings Program was initiated to give farmers longer daylight hours for plowing, planting and harvesting. Great idea! It also gave sun worshippers a chance to indulge in their enjoyment just a little longer. Personally, I have let myself take that extra time for granted and I miss it, painfully, when it is wrenched away from me.
I don’t like feeling as if I should be getting ready for bed by 4:30 in the afternoon! The vague miasma I plod through during the late year months is depressing and leaves me feeling like a mole, tunneled deeply into the Earth.
Give me sunshine! Give me daylight! Give me afternoon wakefulness! Give me Daylight Savings Time all year round! And if you will excuse me, I’m going to go take a long winters’ nap.
Do any of you REALLY remember Groucho Marx? Back in the ’50’s he was one of the funniest people on television – aside from Milton Berle. (“Remember, just tell ’em Groucho sent you – to see the new Desoto!”) My Mom was a fan, so of course we all watched him. Or at least my older Brother and Sister did. Mom decided that good old Groucho was a little too racy for my shy, little ears. Ah innocence – wherefore art thou? He finished his television career when I was a young teen and all I knew of him after that was an infrequent visit with Dick Cavatt or the stories that my Mother told, told and retold…..I always thought that SHE was funny. Come to find out, she was just replaying Groucho at the dinner table!
Then something VERY strange happened. In my early 20’s someone took me to a Marx Brothers Festival. Good Grief! Where had I been all my life? That night I giggled and laughed so hard my date thought I had epilepsy – or maybe just weak kidneys! Who knew? There he was, up there on the silver screen. Groucho! The man who had taught my Mother to “crack wise”. And in turn, that serving of silly, slap-dash sarcasm has been passed on to me. I can only hope that I used it well enough to pass on to my Son.
Don’t worry Groucho. When I get to Heaven, I’ll be sure to tell ’em Groucho sent me!
Finally figured it out! YAY for me!
Twilight here in San Diego. Who could ask for a more perfectly designed sunset? My picture window faces west, so sunsets are a big thing at this house. Each and every one looking as if it is hand painted. Last week we had a huge thunder storm (VERY unusual here!) and the sunset was spectacular. If I ever figure out how to add pictures to my Ramblin’ Blog – ya’ll will get to see it also! But for the time being – just take my word for it – LOVELY!